Left For Dead

Look at you now

All bloated and stinking

Feeding the maggots and flies

What were you thinking?


Did you think it would last?

Your rein of malicious intent

All the days of physical abuse

And nights of hellish torment


Your belittling ways, gave you such a thrill

How you chipped away at my sanity

Breaking not only my bones

But my dignity and will


You tried to control my thoughts

Your power over me you had to prove

By binding my heart and soul

So tight I could barely move


I had become just a toy

To amuse your twisted mind

To my misery and unhappiness

You were unaware and completely blind


But your cruel games are now over

Your time of tyranny is through

It was my life I had to defend

And that’s why I had to kill you


I wish they had not found you

Revenge or satisfaction I never really got

I wanted to feel your soul suffer


And watch your body rot!

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Is something that can be


Considered as rude,


Or others can simply


Adhere to a given status quo.




Whatever route chosen,


The result is 


Usually positive when


There is intelligence


Capabilities on both sides of the fence and 


Mature communication.







Worms ravenous
Scything and screwing into my temples
On route to the
Core of eternal hope

Yet there is
No defence here
Thin-skinned flaccidity

And when the brain is breached
The mind follows
Pierced and unable
To respond

Worms infiltrating
My thoughts
So I can’t hear myself

Can’t think normally
What is normalcy?
Not the self-doubtful
Implosions in my mind

Tormented and screwed
Blatant and uneschewed
Worms of phantasm
Aren’t anymore

Lie awake all night
As my heart thumps
And my body pumps
When will it stop?

This self-fulfilling prophecy
Of my nightmares
Is only abated when
I slice and crop

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I refuse to try
and feel your pain,
such an intimacy, gifted,
which each person must
tend to alone, to be lifted
from it's agony, sifted.
I can lend empathy,
bear the weight of the burden,
be the star you reach for,
for I cannot shun, as a child
birthed into sorrow
who never walks,
can never run.
Free as the wind blows,
does also the love that grows,
and being the light,
cannot come to be
without the darkness...
do you see?
Do not be fooled by those
who speak of emotions
they seek, for themselves
is who they cry for,
and it is their own ego
they will die for.
Try and imagine
connectedness and love,
are true in fashion...
...when respect
can come between what
loved ones feel,
and what is seen.
The beauty of life is not to
touch the sun, and run
from the pyre,
for underneath the tainted
flesh we become the sun,
and it's living fire.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pain is a personal and intimate experience that is vital to being a light for others.

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